It Was Fascination ~ 35th Anniversary Celebration Stand~Alone Chapter

*NOTE: In this chapter, I took creative license to have the life story for Luke and Laura be one of a long-term, abiding love, complete with the adoration and devotion befitting of these characters. As Genie and Tony stated back in the late 90's, they never believed nor bought the idea that Luke and Laura would have ever divorced. Neither did I. Likewise, Laura did not lose a dozen years of her life to catatonia, which means that Luke and Tracy were never married. {Thank God for THAT one!}

I hope you enjoy this retrospective tribute to a story that STILL resonates with so many of us on so many levels. There will NEVER be another Luke and Laura, but for one, brief shining moment in time, we were all so very fortunate to have been witness to one of the greatest, most endearing and most complex stories ever told...

Real love stories never have endings….. ~Richard Bach

“What was, still is….”

https://youtu.be/XYQ5brxSVWI Luke and Laura ~ I Won’t Last A Day Without You

https://youtu.be/HhHu-sJzMdg Luke and Laura the wedding ~ November 16/17, 1981

https://youtu.be/sfVDJwTzstY Luke/Laura 12th Annivesary Part I  November 16, 1993

https://youtu.be/xtPbinJuCys Luke and Laura 12th Anniversary Part II  11/16/93

https://youtu.be/oqNY_qQJ6EQ Luke and Laura 25th Anniversary ~ November 16, 2006

https://youtu.be/OFwEjzvfleg Luke and Laura ~ Fascination

https://youtu.be/SduZbULyu1I Luke and Laura ~ The Promise

https://youtu.be/mcy4nzg5dk8 Luke and Laura ~ Everytime I Look At You

https://youtu.be/q0McuUe-NDI Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow ~ Bryan Ferry

https://youtu.be/yAouLmL3dMg Luke and Laura ~ All I Know

Come back on 11/17/16 for the publication of the chapter....

“Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so that I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I do not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep... ”